introduce a wild Indian. Stop! I'm tired talking! Don't answer me. If
any one calls, say I'm gone away, or dead, or anything. Get that old
desk ready for the Indian. He will be here on Monday."

And Mr. Rushton passed into his sanctum, and slammed the door after
him.

On the next day the lawyer set out toward the pine hills. On the
road he met Verty strolling along disconsolately. A few words passed
between them, and they continued their way in company toward the old
Indian woman's hut. Mr. Rushton returned to Winchester at twilight.

On Monday morning Verty rode into the town, and dismounted at the door
of the law office.




CHAPTER VII.

IN WHICH ROUNDJACKET READS HIS GREAT POEM.


Three days after the events which we have just related, or rather
after the introduction of the reader to the three localities with
which our brief history will concern itself, Mr. Roundjacket was
sitting on his high stool in one corner of the office, preparing the
papers in a friendly suit in Chancery.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and Verty, who rode home